Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Wen Ying opened the lunchbox, and Chen Ge also got up. She thought he was going back to his seat, but he actually went back to get the instant noodles and sat down in front of her again.

And then he started making some strange hand gestures.

"Are you eating instant noodles? I added corn sausage."

Wen Ying glanced at the fork in his hand and said disdainfully, "I'm not eating."

Chen Ge nodded, but after only a couple of bites, he started again: "What's that in your bowl? I've never tried it before. Can I have a couple of bites?"

Wen Ying looked at her lunchbox: "You've never had fish-flavored eggplant before?"

And he not only took one bite, but he actually dared to ask to try two bites!

Wen Ying looked at Chen Ge with a questioning look, asking what was wrong with him. Chen Ge raised an eyebrow at her, indicating that she should mind her own business.

Perhaps their eye contact was too frequent, because Liang Muqi, who had been focused on eating, finally couldn't stand it anymore and put down his chopsticks: "What are you two talking about?"

He said he wanted to try my lunch...

Before Wen Ying could finish speaking, Liang Muqi suddenly pushed his lunchbox in front of Chen Ge.

"Help yourself if you want to eat," he said calmly.

Chen Ge smiled and, without being polite, used a ramen fork to skewer a piece and ate it, then gestured to Wen Ying.

"What is he saying?" Liang Muqi looked up for the second time at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying carefully identified the words and translated, "He said...it's really delicious..."

Liang Muqi glanced at Chen Ge, her expression unreadable: "Then you should eat more."

Then he turned to face Wen Ying and asked slowly, "Did you learn your sign language specifically?"

"Pretty much." Wen Ying rubbed the tip of her nose. She had indeed learned sign language to play the role of a deaf-mute person.

Liang Muqi glanced at her, then looked away: "It must be difficult."

"It's alright." Wen Ying smiled, her tone relaxed. "You forgot, I'm a top student."

Liang Muqi nodded. This time, he didn't say the "You're really amazing" that Wen Ying had expected. Instead, he picked up his chopsticks, lowered his head, and continued eating.

The two tables fell silent, and a sudden silence began to spread.

Wen Ying glanced at Liang Muxi, then at Chen Ge, who shrugged, took a piece of eggplant from Liang Muxi's lunchbox, and left with his instant noodles and a stool.

After lunch, Wen Ying tidied up her desk and took out the trash. When she came back, she was about to pick up her pen again and have a showdown with the test-taking king next to her, but she saw Liang Muqi lying on the desk, asleep with her head on her books.

Wen Ying stood next to the desk, while Liang Muqi's face was buried in his arms, and only his arched back and the back of his neck peeking out from his collar could be seen.

She looked at it for a while, then sat down, picked up the test paper, wrote a few words, put the test paper back, took out a piece of paper from her notebook, and started writing and drawing on it.

Time passed slowly, and more and more people returned from outside, gradually making the classroom noisy.

Wen Ying glanced to the side; Liang Muqi remained motionless and still unconscious.

Perhaps she was just too tired, she thought. After all, she used to think that going out was physically demanding. To use a game analogy, socializing and doing things consumes mana, while being out in the world itself consumes a lot of health.

While lost in thought about space, Wen Ying moved her pen tip around. When she came back to her senses, she realized that she hadn't written many lines of her own lyrics, but she had drawn a cartoon version of Liang Muxi.

She had to hide this piece of paper again, making sure no one found it. She prepared to crumple it into a ball as usual, but stopped when she touched it. Anyway, Liang Muqi probably wouldn't be able to tell who it depicted…

Just then, the desk suddenly shook, and Wen Ying turned her head. Liang Muqi suddenly sat up.

He seemed to have just emerged from a dream, his expression momentarily blank. Wen Ying reached out and touched his wrist, and that blank look vanished instantly. Liang Muqi turned his face to look at Wen Ying.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ying rubbed her fingers against that patch of skin, recalling the shaking from earlier. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Liang Muqi stared at her without blinking for a few seconds, then lowered his head to look at the wrist that had been touched.

"Hmm." He began, his voice slightly hoarse, and he had to pause to suppress the strange pause. "I dreamt that I... couldn't learn to walk."

"Hmm?" Wen Ying was taken aback. Judging from his tone, she realized that this might be something that had happened in the past. She pulled her chair closer to him. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

Liang Muqi remained silent for a moment, and Wen Ying also remained silent, their hands still touching, waiting quietly.

After a while, the preparation bell rang. She looked up at the clock and thought that Liang Muqi might not be used to confiding in others, so she smiled and said, "It's okay, you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

The second after she finished speaking, Wen Ying felt her wrist twitch slightly. Liang Muqi turned his hand around and took her hand into his palm.

It's like drawing strength from such actions.

This was the first time Wen Ying had heard Liang Muxi talk about his childhood.

They chatted by passing notes, spending the entire class period on it. Liang Muxi's note-passing skills went from clumsy to proficient, and her body gradually relaxed from its initial stiffness.

[I had a similar dream a few days ago.]

He wrote on the paper, "[The day you came to the hospital to find me... was also the day my mother passed away.]"

Wen Ying asked: [Did you feel anything unusual after you woke up that day?]

Liang Muqi paused, as if recalling something, "[I feel a little dizzy, probably because the imagery from my dream is being projected into reality.]"

[It could also be psychological stress; you care a lot about this.] Wen Ying wrote.

She pushed the note over, then picked up her pen and added: "[Does Auntie also care about this?]"

She was afraid I would lose control.

After writing this sentence, Liang Muxi fell into a brief silence.

Recalling her mother's final moments, she held his hand tightly, as if she had a thousand words to say but couldn't utter them. In the end, it all came down to one sentence: "Muqi, Mom knows you once harbored resentment. I'm sorry, sometimes Mom doesn't know whether it was me who poured my heart and soul into raising you and keeping you in this world, or you who stayed by Mom's side, keeping Mom alive..."

Liang Muqi let her hold his hand and said that he harbored no resentment, never had.

Many tears welled up in Liang Yun's eyes. She stroked his cheek and said, "Don't cry for your mother. This is the fate I chose. Muqi, you must stay in this world and live well."

He agreed. Looking at his mother on the sickbed, he also had many questions to ask, and many heavy memories weighed on his mind.

I want to bring up the recurring nightmares, I want to know about the man who never appeared in my life, I want to ask about the wooden box that was sold, I want to ask about the long-haired girl who looked like a water ghost that I met by chance after the exam that day, and the strange sentences she uttered.

But he couldn't open his mouth.

Liang Muxi knew that if he asked, it would mean things were "out of control".

This signifies that Liang Yun, despite her entire life's efforts, was unable to pull him out of that terrifying vortex of unknown shape. It also signifies that everything she sacrificed was in vain, and that she would spend the last few minutes of her life, burning out in regret and deep fear.

Although Liang Muqi also lived in a fog of uncertainty, unable to convince himself that it was just a nightmare, he opened his eyes in the darkness and soberly questioned something.

Liang Muqi was suddenly jolted back to his senses by a light tap on his knee. Wen Ying smiled at him and nudged him again with her legs under the table.

[Don't be afraid, you were just given courage yesterday.] She pushed the note towards me.

Liang Muqi paused, feeling the sharpness of the pen tip against his fingertips. He released the pen: [Isn't it... love and courage?]

[They are all important.] Wen Ying wrote.

He then emphasized: [Liang Muxi will receive it.]

She looked at the person beside her and saw him slowly put down his pen and nod.

Wen Ying felt like she understood him a little better. She raised the corners of her lips and watched him fold the note on the table and then... put it in the drawer.

She choked and suddenly started coughing violently.

Liang Muqi turned her head and asked her what was wrong, and the eyes of the other people in the class also turned to look at her.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she couldn't say anything, so she could only cover her face and wave her hand.

This episode ended with Wen Ying being called on by the teacher to answer a question.

After school in the afternoon, Chen Ge packed his schoolbag and came over to their seats.

Chen Ge handed Wen Ying a piece of bubble gum, which Wen Ying took. Liang Muqi looked down at the hand, then felt a tap on his shoulder. Chen Ge took out a second piece from his pocket.

Liang Muqi took the chewing gum and looked at Chen Ge. Before he could say "thank you," Chen Ge suddenly hooked his arm around his shoulder, acting like they were best buddies, and pulled him outside.

Liang Muqi didn't have time to dodge, and a moment of confusion appeared on his face. Wen Ying originally wanted to remind him that he was not used to physical contact with others and to ask Chen Ge to be more careful.

But seeing Liang Muxi's stiff body, unnatural expression, and the way she turned around to look at her for help, she couldn't help but laugh. She clenched her fist and made a gesture of encouragement: "Be brave, Liang Muxi."

Chen Ge also turned around and blew bubbles at Liang Muqi, making popping sounds, imitating Wen Ying's voice.

"..." Liang Muxi's hands also hung at his sides, clenching into fists in unbearable frustration.

At the top of the stairs, Chen Ge let go of Liang Muqi's hand, and Liang Muqi, freed from his predicament, immediately retreated to Wen Ying's side.

Wen Ying smiled and straightened his upturned collar. Just as she was about to say something, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Liang Muqi, your homeroom teacher wants you to go to her office."

They were classmates. Liang Muqi turned around and said "Okay," then looked at Wen Ying and asked, "Shall I go first?"

“Okay, go ahead,” Wen Ying said. “I’ll wait for you at the school gate.”

Seemingly thinking that Wen Ying's friend would be picking them up and dropping them off today, Liang Muqi lowered his gaze and said, "I don't know how long we'll have to wait, you guys go ahead first."

Wen Ying hesitated for a moment, then added, "The electric scooter is still at school. I'll ride it over to find you later."

"Well... okay." Wen Ying took the keys out of her bag and put them in his hand. "Then be careful on the road, take care of yourself, and Xiao Huang too."

Her tone was so serious, as if she were giving instructions on something important. Liang Muqi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Little Huang?"

“The name of our electric scooter,” Wen Ying patted his arm, “Go quickly, remember what I said.”

Liang Muqi hummed in agreement and grasped the bunch of keys. "Then I'm leaving."

Wen Yingchao waved to him.

Liang Muqi turned back and walked into the corridor. Halfway there, he looked back and saw Wen Ying waving at him again.

Chen Ge blew a bubble beside him and asked, "What kind of elaborate send-off ceremony are you guys putting on?"

"Tsk." Wen Ying turned around, crossed her arms, and said, "You don't understand the taste of first love."

Chen Ge popped a bubble, indicating that he didn't want to understand at all.

The two went downstairs and arrived at the school gate. Sure enough, Wang Ziming had parked his car there, wearing sunglasses and looking very arrogant.

"Where are the classmates you invited?" He looked behind Wen Ying but didn't see anyone.

"He's busy, he'll come find us himself later," Wen Ying said, getting into the car and closing the door.

"Oh, remember to tell him to hurry up." Wang Ziming started the engine. "When I asked your classmate what his dietary restrictions were, you said he loves fish, so Xia Yin specially went to learn how to make a sauerkraut fish dish."

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Yes, I know. It was prepared especially for him. I will tell him."

Xia Yin's home wasn't far from the school; it took about twenty minutes by electric scooter. After Wen Ying got off, she sent her location to Liang Muxi.

The group went upstairs. The windows in the room were all open, and the room was filled with the smell of cooking oil and food. Xia Yin was fully dressed and busy in the kitchen.

Wen Ying went in as well and was shocked to find that she was actually wearing a gas mask.

Xia Yin: "I saw a science post saying that cooking fumes are harmful to the skin, so I'm protecting myself."

Wen Ying nodded in understanding, and Xia Yin nudged her arm again: "Hey, let's go see the cake I bought for you first."

Wen Ying didn't notice the cake when she entered: "Where is it?"

“The living room!” Xia Yin said, “Go and see, we need to post about this meal on Weibo, someone is celebrating your birthday online.”

Wen Ying did as instructed and went out into the living room. When she saw the cake, the look of shock that had just been put away reappeared. "It's almost as tall as me!"

Wang Ziming was standing next to the TV, feeding Xia Yin's ornamental fish: "If you can't finish them, you can give them to your neighbors or classmates, or take them to the bar. It won't go to waste."

Chen Ge nodded, "Let that person eat more."

"Which one?" Wang Ziming turned around.

Wen Ying gave Chen Ge a look that said, "Say that again and I'll kill you," then took out her phone, took a picture, and sent it to Liang Muxi.

"Wow, this cake is huge!!!"

Three exclamation marks indicate shock; although he is a worldly person, it doesn't diminish his slight excitement at this moment.

Liang Muxi did not reply, and Wen Ying looked at the screen; he hadn't replied to the location information either.

Wen Ying thought he was probably busy, so she put her phone away.

But even after Xia Yin called out "Dinner's ready!" from the kitchen doorway, Liang Muqi still hadn't sent a message.

Wang Ziming was already pouring a drink into the cup: "What is your classmate drinking? I only bought Coke."

“Cola will do,” Wen Ying said, then found Liang Muxi’s number and made a call.

This time, it didn't take long for Liang Muqi to answer. Wen Ying was about to ask him if he was on his way when Liang Muqi spoke first, his voice apologetic: "I'm sorry."

After a few seconds of pause, he continued, "I probably can't go, Wen Ying."

"Ah..." Wen Ying was stunned. The people next to her were still talking noisily, taking pictures and posting on Weibo. Chen Ge gestured to ask what was wrong.

She took the phone to a quiet place and asked with some concern, "What happened?"

"I have some things to take care of," Liang Muqi said, adding an apology.

Wen Ying noticed that his voice was softer than usual, as if it contained some kind of emotion. But she couldn't immediately discern it clearly, and quickly went through the events of the day in her mind.

In her ear, Liang Muqi called her name again, "...Are you still listening?"

Wen Ying: "Yes, I'm listening. What did Teacher Zhou talk to you about?"

Before her eyes, fish swam in the water. She pressed her finger to the glass and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? You seem... a little off."

“It’s nothing, it’s just… I suddenly felt that it wasn’t appropriate to be here…” Liang Muqi said, pausing as if considering the right words, “spending my birthday with friends should be a happy occasion.”

But he seemed to have failed in his thinking, and Wen Ying couldn't accept or agree with what he said: "I would be happy to spend time with you too, aren't you my friend?"

The person on the other end of the phone remained silent.

"Or is it that you don't like lively occasions?" Wen Ying bit her lip. "If you don't like them, you can just tell me."

So there's no need for that; there's no need to agree and then not come back.

And to say something like that...

There was still no sound. Wen Ying turned the call volume up to the maximum, but this time there wasn't even a sound of breathing.

"Liang Muxi?" Wen Ying asked nervously, pressing her ear close to the phone. It was quiet on the other end.

In the glass fish tank, the orange-red fish tail gently brushed against her fingertips. For some reason, she felt as if she were in a huge aquarium.

Looking up, there is a man-made ocean, a vast expanse of azure blue, and the fish in the water are silent, gazing at each other in silence through the glass. Whether it is her voice or some kind of response, it all disappears in the transparent medium and cannot be conveyed.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps due to the touch of skin, the call was abruptly cut off with a beep.